#dolly Parton my beloved

[desertangels70s]

Dolly Parton, 1975.

[broadwaydivastournament]

Movie Musical Divas Tournament: FINALE

It all comes down to this. The final round of our Movie Musical Divas tournament includes singer-songwriter, philanthropist, country music queen Dolly Parton, and actress, author, movie musical legend Dame Julie Andrews.

Primarily known for her music career, Dolly Parton nevertheless starred in a select few movie musicals, most notably the fine upstanding brothel owner Miss Mona in the film adaptation of The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Conversely, Julie Andrews began her illustrious film career with her Oscar-winning performance as Mary Poppins, the titular character in the film adaptation of P.L. Travers's popular book, and continued starring in well-known musicals like The Sound of Music, Thoroughly Modern Millie, and Victor/Victoria throughout her career.

After weeks of impassioned voting, it's time to crown the Queen of Movie Musicals once and for all. And once again, reminder: this is a movie musical-specific tournament. Thank you.

Julie Andrews (1935- ): Mary Poppins in Mary Poppins (1964) | Maria in The Sound of Music (1965) | Victoria Grant in Victor/Victoria (1982) | Millie Dillmount in Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967) Additional musical/singing roles include: Cinderella (1957), Star! (1968), Darling Lili (1970),

"The QUEEN of the movie musical. Started in so many long lasting favorites. Dressed in drag in Victor/Victoria, thanked the casting director of My Fair Lady in her Oscar Acceptance speech for snubbing her for the role so that she could win an Oscar instead. The voice of so many people’s childhoods and genuinely such an amazing person. Look up the story about her Tony nomination!" - @kingscatt

Dolly Parton (1946- ): The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (1982) Miss Mona | The Best Little Special in Texas (1982) | Rhinestone (1984) Jake Farris Additional musical/singing roles include: n/a

"Just look at her." - anonymous

This is Round 7 (finals) of the Movie Musical Divas tournament. Add your propaganda and support by reblogging this post.

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Julie Andrews:

Dolly Parton:

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"chiquitita started playing and ... well fuck me."

[princessg3rard]

What exactly is a backwoods barbie ?

-Easy

im so glad u asked !! I learned the phrase thru a Dolly Parton song of the same name, but I think it’s pretty common in the south US !! it basically means what it sounds like - a person who likes to put a lot of effort into their appearance (most associated with femme gender expression), and takes pride in it, but because they are a country person all their effort is taken as “pretty with no brains” :,)

so as a country person who really likes being hyper femme and puts hours into their clothes, makeup, and hair - and who has been labelled “shallow and dumb” because of it, despite being pretty smart, I find that I deeply identify with that !!

hope that helps <3/gen

[drakonic]

@tiny-katara @muddied-waters my discord on my ipad is crashing 😭 which is what i’m using to text u from bed 😭😭😭 i shall respond in the morning, i’m sorry i can’t respond on disc rn goodnight ily sleep well and have a good day beloveds mwah mwah mwah

[vicstenius]

we could’ve been besties vivstenius ❌🇺🇸🙅‍♀️🙅🙅‍♂️🍍

If you can’t accept me in my lover era you don’t deserve me in my gaylor era or something like that

[thevillagequeer]

imma get on the old turnpike and i'm gonna ride

i'm gonna leave this town 'till you decide

which one you want the most, them Opry stars or me

Milwaukee here I come, from Nashville, Tennessee

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[desertangels70s]

🌸Dolly Parton🌸

[scorporia]

next month I'll be desperately searching fpr artist with free shipping on their Products istg

[wheredidthepeepeego-mp3]

@athos-tutors

Worst types of country songs:

Alcoholism rules

God bless the USA

Truck

Diet christian music

Love a small town blue eyed girl

Best types of country songs:

Just a specific ass situation

I hate this damn job

Woman kills those who've wronged her

Alcoholism sucks

[bunnys-kisses]

viva las vegas

max verstappen - team principal au

tags: smut/pwp, team principal au, tp!max, driver!reader, age gap (20s/40s), massages, vaginal fingering, intimacy & affection, doggy style

a/n: happy las vegas gp weekend!

max remembered vegas not-so kindly. or rather he remembered the hangovers of las vegas not-so kindly. it was where things heated up depending on a driver's standing. for many years max simply smiled and waved through another race, he always kept a heavy margin between him and other drivers in the points department.

plus he had to give it to the americans, they really knew how to make their races quite the spectacle. and las vegas was no different than miami at the start of the season and austin only a little while earlier. even now as a team principal, he enjoyed the occasional cigarette on a balcony of a hotel room. except this year his head was flooded with less technical information and more the sight of his beloved star driver.

you.

you huffed with your arms crossed after media day. you wore a pout so prettily, it was real princess behavior. and where you were standing right now, you were on your rightful throne at the top of the leader board.

"i don't get why we have to do these last three races. i have this in the bag, i am over a hundred points ahead of the next driver." you pointed in a general direction as you complained to your boss, "this is stupid, give me the wdc and we can all go home."

you were tired. of course you were, he was tired too. the entire team was tired. hell, everyone from top to bottom was tired.

max put his hands on his hips. he tilted his head to the side and exhaled, "treasure." he was a little sympathetic. he remembered being ragged by mid-october, the fact you were only falling apart at the last few races was impressive, "i know, it feels like the victory is being dragged on. that we are just wasting time." he reached out for you and cupped your face with such affection, "but, think about how much you could make that margin grow.' he had both hands on your face. you were in private so he could be a little closer.

you looked up at him with such sad eyes, "it feels anti-climatic."

max smiled, "that's the price you pay you when you're just leagues ahead of them. if you don't race for the points this weekend. then race for home, race for your family... and race for me." his smile grew, "i want to watch the shock on mclaren's face when they see what they missed out on." he chuckled lightly, "the offers you would get from everyone."

you said, "don't think i'm trying to leave verstappen racing." you pouted a little more.

max felt something tug in his chest but he kept his smile, it was endearing to hear those words. that you weren't going to up and leave him. even if your contract was three years, teams had lawyers to the teeth that could easily wrangle you into their grasp. but you had no interest in that. he kissed your forehead, "how about you come to my hotel room tonight, i'll help you relax. make the weekend a little more fun."

it wasn't burdensome to go to max's room. it was often right beside yours. even if the rest of the team were on the other side of the floor. you nodded and let max kiss you in the privacy of the little corner you found yourself in.

max watched you walk through his hotel room, in nothing but an over-sized garishly pink dolly parton shirt. you were bent over at the bar fridge to take a healthy shot of gin and let the shiver run through you. he chuckled into his drink and said, "let's get you a glass for that, treasure." before he got up from the couch, "oh better yet, let's take it easy on the alcohol. you're driving tomorrow." then crossed the room to take the bottle from your hand. he dipped his nose into the back of your neck and said, "how about we find other ways to relax tonight. something that won't kill you come morning"

you looked over at him and frowned, "i could not race tomorrow and i'd still win it all" and leaned into max's touch as he took you by the chin. you turned to look at him fully and crossed your arms.

"i know, being on top does get boring. but why don't i help. after all, that is my job." he held you in his arms and admired you the way someone would admire a beautiful piece of art. you were inclined to melt into his touch. uncrossed your arms and hugged him when your head against his chest.

"i wish there was more a chase for this victory." you huffed. the perfect driver, the perfect car, the perfect team and the perfect boss. it was all to easy.

he chuckled and kissed you, "please, don't get hung up on that. think about what it would mean to have a woman have such a clear victory." he held you, "no splitting hairs with your victory. think about what you could do." he smiled at you.

you held onto the front of his t-shirt and sighed, "i know, i know. first woman and all, but... i wish there was more of a fight."

max smiled, he knew the feeling well as he tenderly held you. he kissed your forehead lovingly before he said, "why don't we forget about that. and no more alcohol." then led you to the grand bedroom of the room. he sat on the bed and admired you.

in the over sized shirt and cotton panties. nothing special, but max ate up every last bit of it. the idea that he got the see you like this. he knew that men thirsted over you. fans that couldn't get it through their head that you'd never be with them.

you were just voted the more eligible bachelor(ette) of formula one. max got a kick out of seeing that when he read in on the way to the track. single, huh? that was news to him. not while you were tangled up in max's love like a spiderweb.

"do you want it off, sir?" you asked as you played with the hem. he had to admit, but up close, he sort of liked the t-shirt. the pink looked good on you. but he liked what was under it even more. men could thirst all they want, but none of them could have you.

not while max was still breathing. he pressed his face up against your middle, he sighed, "yeah, take it off. i want to see everything." everything that belongs to me. the unspoken words. he helped you get the shirt off.

he admired your body, dressed in cotton panties and a sports bra with thick straps. he licked his lips as he went back to kissing your stomach before you ended up on the bed next to him. you helped him out of his clothes just as he did for you. his lips found your heated skin and you arched your back a little at the feeling. it excited you.

"please, sir." you said as his large hands roamed your body, it left you feeling excited all over and touched you. you felt like heaven under his palms you moaned into another heated kiss and let him touch you as he so desired.

"you're perfect for me." he said as he kissed your neck, "perfect in ways i can't even put words to. you remind me of such beauty that it would be a crime for me to deny myself your warmth." he looked at you with those blue eyes, they read so much as he held you tightly, "that's why i want you to win, win, win. when they doubted you, i never did. and i'll continue to never doubt you. i want them to wipe those grins off their faces and see what you are a threat on the track."

you felt your heart flutter as you said, "oh max." before you pulled him into another hot kiss. when he pulled away, he got you onto your back and admired the strength in your back. he licked his lips and you could feel his hot gaze.

"quite the beauty." he said softly before he started to put those strong hands to work. you moaned into the covers and arched your back when he rubbed the skin. he groaned a little bit, his cock twitched at full attention as he massaged your body, "but you need to relax. i know, i want you at your best. but you can't be so wound up. it'll only make you a worse driver." he leaned into your and whispered in your ears, "i know you want to defeat them, make them whimper." his voice hot against your ear.

you whined, "please, max. sir!" you arched your back a little bit, or at least tried to. but he kept you pinned to the bed and continued to rub at your skin.

"i'd do anything to make you win." he said quietly, "i know you're my champion." he moved down your back and you whimpered when he hit spots that made your eyes roll back a little. you looked cute squirming like that. under him beautifully.'

you gasped when he eventually slipped two fingers inside of your soaked pussy and thrusted them slowly as he held you by the small of your back onto the bed. you gasped and arched your back with sexual want as he fingered you. you buried your face into the covers and whined, "max!"

it was music to his ears, he loved it. he loved you. you didn't know how many rules max had to bend for you. he was painfully committed to you, he adored you in ways that he could never say with words. you whined a little bit as he fingered you and he felt the heat in his belly as he played with your pussy.

"there we go. nice and relaxed, perfect for the upcoming race. i know you'll be a good girl for me. right? you'll race perfectly and then we'll come back to this hotel room with more points under your belt and i'll fuck you right up against the window. let all of las vegas see their weekend's star." his voice was filthy, tinged with a heated want. his cock was painfully hard.

he fingered you for a little while long before he pulled out the digits and licked the wetness off of them. but you weren't going to go without for long, not on max's watch. soon he was behind you, with your hips raised as he sank his cock into you.

the future champion felt good around his cock, beautiful in a way that he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. you felt like heaven as he started to rock his hips against you.

he knew you were the best, you were always the best. almost a perfect season, except for a few hiccups here and there. but, those were all ironed out. now he had big hopes for your future racing. racing with his team. he wanted to see you in the lion logo for years to come. and when your eventual retirement came, you'd be working alongside him as his wife. even carrying his last name couldn't keep you away from the track and max would be a fool to force you away from it (except for maybe nine months). he continued to move against you, he watched your ass bounce from his movements as he fucked you.

"shit, max." you whined. you wanted to win so badly, you wanted to be the world champion. you wanted to stick it in the faces of those who doubted you. other drivers, other teams, even your own father. who would have preferred you married a driver rather than be on. but max saw the future in your eyes, you'd be the world champion. and you believed in max. even when he was fucking you with a feverish pace that left you seeing stars and panting into the covers.

max kissed your back as he moved against you. he felt the heat through his body as he worked his cock inside of you. he felt the swell of affection towards you, he felt the heat course through his body. he needed you deeply, he needed you in ways that he never needed another.

"you're insatiable." you sighed as you felt yourself get fucked further into the bed. you gasped a little deeper into the covers as the two of you moved together. you felt the hammering in your chest.

"you feel amazing. i can't help myself." max groaned as he battered your sweet pussy with an insatiable want. he couldn't help himself, that was the god's honest truth. he yearned for you in deeper ways, he wanted to be connected to you in every way he could.

"please, max. i can't get enough of this. you feel so good, you know how to make me good." you groaned through the heat through your body. you pleasure coursed through your body, this was amazing. it was always amazing to be with him. especially when max combed his fingers through your hair and he continued to move against you with a heated want.

"you feel amazing in return, beautiful. my treasure. something i got out of the rough, shined you to your full potential." he hissed through a tense jaw as he continued to fuck you. you moved against him quickly and it made him gasp for more.

max licked his dry lips. the pleasure coursed through his body, it was a throb in his head as he thrusted up against you. he tensed up for a moment when he felt the heat only grow in his core. he really couldn't help himself. he knew that this wasn't exactly the sanest thing to do, fuck a his driver. but when a figure like yours and a winning streak that left him hot and bothered. it would a crime not to claim you as his. you wore his hickies under your collar and his logo over your heart. you were undeniable. you made racing fun for him.

he kissed you back once more, his pace started to stagger. the heat continued to fuel his body. he could hear your heated pants as you felt close to your orgasm. he held onto you tightly and fucked you through a powerful climax.

"i don't want anyone else." you panted in the heat of pleasure. you tensed up for a moment before you relaxed, your hands curled in the sheets as you muttered curses under your breath in your mother tongue.

max continued his heavy thrusts and came inside of you. he slowed his pace to a stop and kissed your back. he whispered sweet nothings against you before he pulled out slowly. you both laid out beside one another and he pulled you into his grasp.

he kissed your heated cheeks and sighed contently against your skin, "there, ready for the weekend?" he asked.

you pulled away to look at his flushed expression. blissed out from sexual heat, you gave him a small smile as you said, "well, if you keep the orgasms coming. i'll be more than happy to widen the points gap." then yelped when he got you onto your back. his heavy kisses soon trailed down heated skin.

you decided right then and there that you got very lucky in vegas.

-

a few weeks later in abu dhabi, you hoisted your final trophy of the season over your head. you were damn near tears as you claimed another victory. like you did in las vegas, then qatar and finally abu dhabi. max felt tears in his eyes as if he was winning the victory too.

you became the best, just like max promised. his driver, his star, his champion.... his future wife. <3

[holdingup-fallingsky]

A fucking superb surprise today that Miss Dolly released a new song today

[hypnautic-cereal]

Delle Ivory ref sheet✨

(As well as some headcanons about her)

💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨

💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨💜✨

The top half of her hair is just Eddie’s natural hair without any glue used to hold his hair up

The rest of her hair is just extensions, but that’s a secret no one in the neighborhood knows

Despite looking physically similar to our beloved mailman, no one (aside from Frank) is able to tell that it’s Eddie under all the glitz and glam

Eddie in this persona raises his pitch up higher and puts more Tennessean twang into his accent, making Delle sound very close to Dolly Parton

Delle Ivory’s name is play on words with the word “delivery” (try saying her name five times fast and you’ll see what I mean)

The dress, sparkling boa, and whatever Eddie props uses whenever he’s in drag are unused or leftover stuff from Sally and her theater

Girl would’ve loved cuntry music😔💜

This is all just my interpretation of Eddie’s drag persona

If you have anything different in your head, please tell me because I am always up for discussion on drag! I’m no expert, I’m just starting to get more into it, but I absolutely am so willing to talk about anyone’s own ideas for this!

[beetrootbug]

will I actively listen to country? No...

Will I turn off the radio when it comes on?

No

Cus some of it slaps! You can't reduce a whole genre to "it sucks"

Like people who say they hate pop. I guarantee you, you just hate the stereotypical pop music.

Plus no one talks about how songs can feel different in certain places. I wouldn't listen to harry styles if it was blasting out in public with my friends, it doesn't fit the vibe! But if i was on a car trip by myself in a sombre mood and "as it was" comes on? You bet ur ass i'm listening to it.

anyways, I agree, fucking stream johnny cash

i hate “anything but country” bitches. listen to some johnny cash and kill yourself

[laylajeffany]

Is there a charity T. Martel likes? I'm rereading The Black Menagerie and they contribute so much to your art. I'd love to recognize that in a small way

Tracey, Ms. T. Martel - is the reason that I have been able to sustain writing as a hobby for so many years. She is also the reason that my corporeal form is with us on this plane of reality - as she makes my life beautiful and worth living. She has supported me as far more than just my beta since 2009, even if we don't always share the same ships, favorite characters, or even fandoms. (Wenclair is torture for her you guys, just an FYI lmfao.)

As always, we would never collect funds for fanfic, but if you'd like to donate to a cause in honor of how incredible of an influence Tracey is on my life and my art, we fully support the Dolly Parton Imagination Library and the incredible work they do to provide books to the kids in our lives. And I've also relayed your idea of supporting AO3 as an organization as well.

Thank you for all your support to my writing, and thank you - and this fandom at large, for recognizing my beta regularly in the comments. All hail my beloved, T. Martel, the Queen of my Universe 😘